Zhuo Jian stood up slightly and did as he was told.
Sheng Xin looked at her and felt like he was going crazy.
He wanted her and thought about her for a long, long time.
"Zhuo Jian, you know I have wanted you a long time ago."
Sheng Xin’s theory of finding joy in suffering.
Zhuo Jian unbuttoned his shirt, taking his time, and only he could hear his voice clearly: "Fu Yanye has mysophobia, if you dare to touch me, try it."
Sheng Xin felt cold. Looking at her unfazed look, he realized that he had no chance. "If you are still thinking about protecting yourself for him at this time, shouldn't you be thinking about us both surviving first?"
His hand gently caressed her arm.
Feng Yuan looked at the man holding the dagger, as if to say that the man was getting interested.
But Zhuo Jian gave him a look that killed him.
Sheng Xin said: "I understand."
Zhuo Jian still glared at him.
Sheng Xin smiled and said: "If you don't die, don't fall out with me when you get out. I will never provoke you again and let you live the life you want."
Zhuo Jian looked at him doubtfully.
"If I can't get out, Zhuo Jian, I won't waste my life if I die with you."
Sheng Xin really felt that he had no regrets.
Anyway, the Sheng family has a daughter, and with Li Zhi's wisdom, he believes that Li Zhi himself can win over his company.
It just takes some effort.
Just treat it as something you owe that woman and pay it back in the next life.
And in this life, with her by my side, death is all.
"I don't want to die here with you."
Zhuo Jian said.
There was already a sound of fighting outside.
Zhuo Jian suddenly stopped and turned to look at Feng Yuan, "Lin Ruxiang isn't here at all, is she?"
"She is here, upstairs, but she should be ready to leave by now."
Feng Yuan said, his eyes reminding them to keep doing it.
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to hold Sheng Xin's head, lean into his ear and whisper: "I'm suffering."
Before Sheng Xin could understand it, he suddenly felt his head move to one side, and then there was a buzzing sound.
Zhuo Jian really held his head and used brute force.
But she was sure that he would not die.
Sheng Xin was lying on the ground, with blood bleeding from one side of his forehead, and then he moved twice and closed his eyes.
Feng Yuan immediately stepped forward, and after reading it, he looked at Zhuo Jian: "How dare you?"
"Do you want me to die? Come on."
Zhuo Jian raised his neck.
Feng Yuan was so angry that he immediately slapped her in the face.
Zhuo Jian's ears also buzzed, and then he fell next to Sheng Xin.
"It's almost time, it's almost unstoppable outside."
"Um."
Feng Yuan said, looked at Zhuo Jian again, and then went to get the tape on the table.
"We never thought about your father's death back then. In the final analysis, your father is useless. If you want to blame you, you should also blame the Lin family."
Feng Yuan said to her while tying her hands and feet.
Zhuo Jian struggled to get up and saw Feng Yuan go inside, then turned on a bottle of gas.
"I just washed it today, don't worry, it's enough to kill you."
After Feng Yuan finished speaking, he nodded to the people outside.
"Lin Ruxiang is not here at all, right?"
Zhuo Jian only has this problem now.
"Ms. Lin asked me to tell you that her ultimate goal is to let you know that she is Mr. Fu's owner."
Feng Yuan said, straightening up.
"What?"
"From now on, there will be no Zhuo Jian in the world. In Mr. Fu's world, there is only Miss Lin."
"What on earth is Lin Ruxiang doing?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt panicked and completely forgot that he was in danger. All he could think about was Fu Yanye.
Feng Yuan: "You wonder why Mr. Fu hasn't come to see you for so long."